Guilt

Guilt tugged at his heart.
Like his son
When he wanted to be heard.
Eyes watched
Glinting
Like specks of silver.
Phone on the table
was like an eye-magnet.
Anybody could call,
Realization struck him
Like a lightning bolt.
He jolted up.
Damn conscience!
he whispered.
Blood-stained knife in his hand,
And looked around him
For the last time.